"You're welcome. Our family has prepared these things today. You'd better take them back for your children to eat. Thank you very much."
Tuoba Xian said calmly, turned around and went back to the house without any intention of greeting Mr. Qian.
Mr. Qian was left hanging alone at the entrance of the courtyard, looking a little bored.
She stood for a while and looked around, but no one came to greet her.
He gritted his teeth and decided to enter the house in the front yard.
At this moment, a white figure appeared at the door of the house.
It just stood there, shook the white hair on its body, and then yawned.
"Wolf!"
Qian's hands shook in fright, and the bamboo basket fell to the ground. All the contents were knocked over and scattered all over the floor.
Zhuiyun turned his head towards Qian, a trace of bloodthirsty anger flashed across his purple pupils.
One glance made Qian so frightened that he stepped back several steps, tripped on the threshold behind him with his heels, and fell down on his back.
When Tuoba Xian heard the noise and rushed out of the house, Qian was already lying on the ground, her legs were still shaking, but a pool of wet water slowly seeped out from under her body...
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Qian returned to his home in despair.
Yang Hualin was cooking lunch in the kitchen. Beside the pot, a four-cornered stool fell to the ground, revealing a four-cornered frame in the middle. Fu'er, one year and five months old, was standing in the middle.
Holding on to a wooden post in front of him with one hand, he grabbed a corner with the other hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yang Hualin put a pot on the pot and a pot on the stove. He was having a great time cooking, humming a little tune in his mouth.
Hearing the noise coming from the yard outside the kitchen, Yang Hualin said to Fu'er, "Your mother is back!"
Then, he poked his head outside the kitchen and happened to catch a glimpse of Qian rushing into the yard carrying an empty basket.
Swinging the basket, he turned around and rushed into the house.
Yang Hualin shouted at her, but she ignored him.
"What's wrong with your mother? Good boy, Fu'er, just stand still and let dad take a look. He'll be here soon!"
Yang Hualin confessed to Fu'er and quickly followed him to the house opposite.
In the east room, when Yang Hualin came in, he happened to see Mr. Qian rummaging around with his bare legs and a white butt as big as a millstone sticking out.
"Fu'er Niang, what are you... doing?" Yang Hualin asked.
Qian was so angry that he took out a pair of trousers that were also patched and put them on, saying, "Huh, I listen to you and I will kindly give some money to Girl Qing."
"No one even greeted me or even poured me half a bowl of tea. That Mrs. Xian even sent a white wolf to scare me..."
Qian made the story even more exaggerated.
At the end, she squeezed out a few tears and said, "Lao Yang's family has five rooms, but now we, the second room, are having the most difficult time."
"Those coins were dug out from the gaps between our teeth, and we gave them to them for a taste. It's a little bit of our heart!"
"But what about them? How did they do it? Our little intention is just like the two pairs of shoes I bought last time. They can't even look at it. I'm the only one who is so stupid!" Qian said.
Yang Hualin's face also looked very ugly.
"This is because the third brother and his sister are not here, otherwise, it would never be like this." Yang Hualin said.
"That Mrs. Xian, I heard she came from the north. I don't know where she came from. She just stayed at Qing'er's house and acted arrogant all day long." He added.
Mr. Qian snorted, "If you are still so well-maintained at that age, you might have an affair with Yan Huaian and Blacksmith Luo."
"Maybe, I don't know what your third brother is..."
"Shut up!"
Yang Hualin immediately stopped Qian's words.
"My third brother is not that kind of person. Even if you are angry, you are not allowed to use such words to arrange him!" Yang Hualin said.
Qian was stunned for a moment and became even more annoyed.
But seeing Yang Hualin's cold face, Qian didn't dare to stand up.
"No more talk, no more talk. Anyway, we are just hot on the face with a cold butt."
"Their buttocks are not hot, and our faces are still cold. I don't want to say anything anymore. I will never stick to them again!" Qian waved his hand.
"Is the rice ready? I'm starving!" she asked again.
Yang Hualin came back to his senses when he mentioned the meal.
"Oops, the braised pork is still in the pot. It's terrible, 80% of it will be mushy!"
Yang Hualin ran out.
"What a memory you have!"
Qian complained from behind and followed.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the kitchen, I smelled a burning smell.
As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, a ball of hot steam shot up.
Yang Hualin was choked and sneezed hard, and took a closer look.
There was a black mass at the bottom of the pot. After pulling it with a spatula a few times, it looked like charcoal.
Some are even stuck to the bottom of the pot and cannot be pulled off.
"Oh, how could this happen? It's over now, everything is gone!" Yang Hualin looked depressed.
Beside him, Mrs. Qian burst into tears and hit Yang Hualin on the shoulder with both fists: "You goddammit, you managed to weigh half a catty of pork and it was burnt. You are really useless!"
Yang Hualin was filled with guilt, gritted his teeth and endured Qian's rain-like beatings.
Suddenly, he realized something, pushed Qian away and rushed to the overturned chair.
"Where's Fu'er? Why is Fu'er missing?" Yang Hualin asked.
Qian was also dumbfounded, yes, where did Fu'er go?
The couple didn't bother to shovel the black charcoal in the pot, and searched like crazy in the kitchen, the yard, and the toilet.
I searched and shouted and turned the small yard upside down, but I couldn't find Fu'er.
There were farmland all around, and there were no homes. The couple searched all the nearby farmland and ditches.
Still no Fu'er.
Yang Hualin's expression changed completely, and Qian also cried anxiously.
"What should we do? Could our Fu'er be stolen by someone? Oh my God, I won't be able to live anymore!"
Mr. Qian was crying, sitting on the roadside with disheveled hair and a look of confusion.
"Damn it? Who the hell stole my blessing? Your whole family must die a good death and leave money to buy coffin boards..."
Qian sat on the ground, slapping the ground, crying and cursing.
The noise alerted the villagers working in the fields nearby.
Someone gathered around and asked what was going on.
Qian kept his eyes closed and cursed, while Yang Hualin told everyone how Fu'er disappeared.
"Please help me find it, everyone, out of kindness!"
Yang Hualin begged.
Although the villagers usually dislike the couple, they were still very enthusiastic about the missing child.
Everyone put down their work and started looking for children for them.
Here, Yang Hualin didn't care about the past life where he was crying and scolding the thieves on the ground, and forced himself to calm down.
Then, he ran decisively towards the entrance of the village, entered the village, and found his father and several brothers and nephews.
